Текст песни Suffer the Little Children - Morrissey
School
bell
go:
Ding!
Dong!
Ding!
The
children
all
line
up
They
do
what
they
are
told
Take
a
little
drink
from
the
liar's
cup
Mama
don't
really
care
If
what
they
learn
is
true
Or
if
it's
only
lies
Just
get
them
through
the
factories
Into
production
Ah,
get
them
into
line
Late
in
the
afternoon
The
children
all
come
home
They
mind
their
manners
well
Their
little
lives
are
all
laid
out
Mama
don't
seem
to
care
If
she
may
break
their
hearts
She
clips
their
wings
off,
they
never
learn
to
fly
Poor
Mama
needs
a
source
of
pride
A
doctor
son
she'll
have
No
what
the
cost
to
manhood
or
to
soul
Sun
shine
down,
brightly
shine
Down
on
all
the
land
Shine
down
on
the
newborn
lambs
A
butcher's
knife
is
in
his
hand
Mama,
she
keeps
them
unprepared
To
meet
the
enemy
That's
coming
unto
us
Teach
them
that
evil
dwells
across
the
sea
Lives
in
a
mountain
Like
they
see
on
TV
Down
in
the
heart
of
town
The
Devil
dresses
up
He
keeps
his
nails
clean
Did
you
think
he'd
be
a
boogeyman?
Oh,
Mama's
stuck
with
sagging
dreams
She'll
sell
a
son
or
two
into
some
slavery
That's
lucrative
and
fine
Just
teach
them
not
to
criticize
Say
"Yes"
to
bosses,
impress
the
clients
Ah
teachers
of
the
world
teach
them
to
fake
it
well
School
bell
go:
Ding!
Dong!
Ding!
The
children
all
line
up
They
do
what
they
are
told
Take
a
little
drink
from
the
liar's
cup
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